Talk or else!

So much for finding my inner gladiator and making a stand. Someone else had a different strategy and now I’m jobless.

Pity. I fancied being the thorn in the side of a few people. Nice people don’t win, or so they say. Just for once I wanted to be difficult and stand my ground. Nothing wrong with the work, they said, just making an atmosphere in the office. Talk or we’ll take out a grievance.

Despite my better judgement, I did as they asked but it didn’t work. Things were said that can’t be unsaid. Attitudes taken and the temperature rose. Sometimes you have to know when to walk away and when to fight. It was time to walk away.

In truth, this storm-in-a-teacup is a symptom, not the problem. I’m not using my skills nor am I challenged while I sit at that desk. I’m cheating myself and taking it out on everyone else purely because it’s cosy and the pay cheque is generous. Not good enough.

I’ve walked away without needing to work my notice. They’ve given me that. It’s another opportunity to add to the others that suddenly appear to be piling up. Lucky us. On a high, I want to make the move we’re always talking about now. Suddenly all the best jobs seem to be over there, all the nicest homes are being offered at ridiculously low prices – maybe this is the push we need. Our ties here are being cut for us …

Time to go, I think.